By the time I am nearing the end of a story, the first part will have been reread and altered and corrected at least one hundred and fifty times. I am suspicious of both facility and speed. Good writing is essentially rewriting. I am positive of this.

What a fortunate fellow I am, I kept telling myself. Nobody has ever had such a lovely time as this!

When you're old enough to write a book for children, by then you'll have become a grown up and have lost all your jokeyness. Unless you're an undeveloped adult and still have an enormous amount of childishness in you.

No book ever ends, when it's full of your friends.

So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.

A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly.

I don't care if a reader hates one of my stories, just as long as he finishes the book.